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Boston (part two)

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Alysia overwhelmed by choice at Wagamama

Following on from part one.

We took a cab into the city and wandered around Quincy Market.  We wandered around exploring, then I saw a little shop that sold Christmas tree ornaments.  Now, it might seem a little strange to take Alysia (who is Jewish) to such a place in May, but I had my reasons.  A while ago I wrote a post about collecting ornaments on my travels, and how our tree now represented the alternative journey are family is taking.  So here I was, on a trip to a new place, and needed to commemorate it.  If it weren’t for autism, I wouldn’t have been there.  No matter where in the world we are, every Christmas I’m going to look at my Red Sox ornament on my tree and I’ll remember my amazing day.

It took a while for us some time to find a place for lunch.  The two of us are so used to dealing with our families’ dietary requirements, and sensory issues, we were overwhelmed by possibility.  So used to accommodating the needs of everybody else that we simply couldn’t decide for ourselves.  Eventually we settled for Wagamama, and I might have to wait some time for my husband to forgive me for doing that without him (sorry honey).

Jedi Warriors and a Stormtrooper

After we strolled around some more, when I spied a Stormtrooper.  We simply had to get our photo taken with him.  Not long afterwards, it rained heavily, so we sought refuge indoors with hot chocolate and cake: the fuel of spectrummy mummies, and mommies.  The rain hampered our sight-seeing efforts, but by the time it cleared up it was time to head over to meet The Squashed Mom, our other Hopeful Parent in Boston that day.

Try Defying Gravity with The Squashed Mom

Try Defying Gravity with The Squashed Mom

Like my other friend, Varda was just the same as in her blog, and we all settled down for a much too brief chat over a bottle of wine.  It was so great to be in the company of these ladies who just understand, without explanation.

The same Time that had made me impatient for the day was my enemy once again.  It was time to head to the airport.  It was time to say goodbye, not knowing when or if I’d see them again.  The end of a day I’ll never forget.

A flight, bus, metro journey and taxi cab ride later, and I finally arrived home.  I smiled as I saw our blue porch light shining to welcome me home, knowing that the same blue light was shining at my friend’s house.  For my friends, and all those who light up the path so we know we never walk it alone: thank you, and keep shining on.

Thank you to all the Spectrummy Daddies who let us fly.

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May 10, 2011 at 8:27 am

Boston (part one)

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I’d been waiting for Saturday to come for what seemed like forever.  Finally the day had arrived to trade in my huge rucksack for my rarely used handbag.  It was my day off.   Spectrummy Mummy goes to Boston!

I was ready, prepared, excited, and nervous.  I busied myself with the mechanics of getting there.  Pudding was not happy that I was going to fly without her, something that has never happened before.  I tried to reassure her that I was returning that evening, and that she would do a day of fun stuff with her daddy and brother.  I left her crying as I went through security.  Later Spectrummy Daddy texted me that she was so upset because she didn’t know what I was going to eat for breakfast.  It makes sense, apart from one overnight trip to a friend’s wedding, I’ve never left Pudding or Cubby.  They always know what I eat for breakfast.  That small detail I’d omitted rocked her world.

So I pressed on through airport security.  Something that is so, so, so much easier to navigate without children in tow.  Ever the autism mother even on my day off, I snapped some pictures of the process to help with social stories.  It crossed my mind that it could be suspicious behavior, but I don’t exactly meet the profile for a terrorist, so nobody commented.  I chatted with the TSA agents about the best way to navigate the screening process with special needs children.  My day’s work over, I got to enjoy a coffee and croissant, without feeling guilty about eating allergic foods, and without half the coffee being spilled on me, or deliberately poured out.  Simple pleasures.

The very brief flight was over quickly.  Remarkable for how uneventful it was.  No crying because of the loud noises.  No kicking the seat in front.  No invading of personal space.  No loud humming, or singing, or shrieking.  No jumping up and down, or moving the window shutter up and down, or turning the fan and light on and off repeatedly.  Honestly, I was on my very best behaviour!

The flight to Boston was so quick that I got to the airport 20 minutes before Alysia arrived to meet me, so I had plenty more time to be nervous.  What if I come across differently in my blog, and she is disappointed?  I express myself better through writing than I do in person, so I might not be what she expected.  What if she is different to how I’d imagined?  What if we don’t get on?  It was a lot like a blind date.  Only I’ve never flown to another city for a blind date, so the stakes were higher.

But then she appeared, carrying a sign for “Spectrummy Mummy” (as I’d demanded in my rider) and it wasn’t like meeting a new friend, it was like greeting an old one.

We hugged, and my nerves evaporated.  I knew everything was going to be great as I spent the day with my new old friend.

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May 9, 2011 at 7:27 am